Qing Xihuan led the jujube red horse in Qingyuan in the stable, and stepped on the horse.

Shi Jinyu was one of the best in the East during his lifetime, and he began to study equestrianism at the age of less than seven, but he did not expect that Qing Xihuan had been ill for many years, his body was thin and weak, and he was physically exhausted, and he spent a lot of strength to finally turn on the horse's back, step on the horse, and go to Luoyang Pass for eighty miles.

Luoyang Pass and Shengguo in the east are bordering the border, according to the topography, the two countries in Dongsheng are connected by mountain ranges, wrapping the other five countries on one side, in an arc. After the Qing Dynasty wanted to enrich the grain, grass, army and horses, he formed an alliance with Shengguo, and then formed a tripartite force with Jiaguo, the island country in the middle of the lake in the middle of the five countries. As a result, the etiquette of the foreign envoy's audience was not ready, and three months ago, it had been announced that the Shengguo was attacking the city, and the army had been stationed twenty miles outside Luoyang Pass.

Qing Xi Huan still smiled when he recalled the past on horseback.

The two countries of Dongsheng are only 500 miles apart, and Luoyang Pass is only 800 miles away from the capital of Shengguo, and these 80 miles away will be garrisoned outside our city for 20 miles. And Hua Guo will definitely borrow the road and Shengguo, because Hua Guo is in the east, far away from Shengguo, if Sheng Guo does not get rid of Dongguo, Huaguo will be annexed by Dongguo sooner or later, if you borrow the waterway and Shengguo, it can get rid of this heart disease of Dongguo. In this way, it is harmless to the country. Alliances can also be formed. But Sheng Guo didn't expect this.

If Yan returned and was lucky to be alive, he would definitely be stroking his fan and laughing, or lying on his shoulder and snickering. The idea of such a garrison is afraid that it is either from Qingyuan or from the beginning of the east.

Arrived at the Luoyang Pass gate, the heavy rain washed the door outside the bloody smell of the corpses of the dead soldiers is stronger, with the dampness of the soil, Qing Xihuan dismounted, tied the horses in a mile away, stepped on the corpse and slowly approached Luoyang Pass, every step, the tip of the knife pierced the heart.

Holding back the sharp pain in his chest, passing by the dead bones of the soldiers, looking up at Luoyang Pass, the souls of hundreds of thousands of soldiers were floating in the air to peek at Shi Jinyu in Xi Huan's body, walking less than a hundred steps, and finally knelt down in a pool of blood, crying bitterly. In deep sorrow.

"Millions of soldiers in the eastern country! I can't live with you! I can't live with you!" Qing Xihuan wept and sobbed, sad and griefless.

These hundreds of thousands of soldiers, 8,000 miles of mountains and rivers, went overnight.

Among the hundreds of thousands of corpses outside the city, there is a chaotic flute sound, faintly unheard, the flute sound is noisy and unpleasant, it must not be Ah Hui is blowing, but this flute is definitely the jade flute that he gave to Ah Hui, this sound, it can't be wrong, it is ten years to listen to it, where can it be wrong?

I wonder which city guard picked it up, and Tian played it shamelessly. insulted Shi Jinyu's ears. insulted the recorder of Yan's return.

No matter who dares to touch Ah Hui's flute, there is no mercy for killing.

Qing Xihuan held back the heartache and slowly approached the flute.

But where there is a flute of Ah Hui, there is a flute of Ah Hui, but where there is a flute of Ah Hui, then is Ah Hui here? Is it dead or alive?

Qing Xihuan's eyes were ruthless, moving forward, unable to move an inch, and his steps were difficult.

I have seen life and death for many years, and I have seen corpses piled up into a city, but what should I look like when I see the corpse that you Yan returned?

Swallow returns.

The First Army Division of the Eastern Kingdom, Shi Jinyu's childhood sweetheart. Dongguo Shi Jinyu is the first in archery and second in swordsmanship. Yan returns to the flute first, poetry and painting second.

Shi Jinyu was always reading the political papers, and suddenly said, "Ah Hui, you are a woman, and I can be a man." ”

Yan Guihui always tapped the fan bone on Shi Jinyu's head, laughing at her for the southwest flood that only repaired the embankment and did not change the river.

"It's rainy in the south, so don't allocate more money to deal with it, and it will still be a flood next year. What are you going to do with the money in the treasury, as a dowry?"

After that, Shi Jinyu and Yan returned to lead the troops south, control the floods, and do it themselves. Later, the people can live and work in peace and contentment, and drag him to be blessed.

Three years ago, Shi Jinyu secretly entered the mansion of General Zheng Ji to hunt fruit under the tree, and heard that the maids and retainers in the general's mansion were in a mess, and Shi Yan, the first beautiful man in the Eastern Kingdom, returned and died on the battlefield, and there were no bones. Shi Jinyu's eyes were dark, the red fruits in her arms were scattered all over the ground, and when she heard the little girl screaming, she had fallen from the high wall to the ground, and the leg disease that hurt her knees when it rained on a cloudy day was the root of the disease that fell at that time.

After being bedridden for three days, his body gradually became thin as bones, he didn't think about tea, he didn't want to eat, he only loved the sound of the flute, and summoned the world's flutes. I listened to the song in the city for three days, but no one returned.

When he was dying, the well-known flute just sounded, Shi Jinyu was like a miracle drug, and his illness was cured by himself.

The corridors on both sides of the apse were planted with apricot trees by Shi Jinyu, when they were planted, it was said that the apricot blossoms made wine, and the apricots were edible, and there was no other meaning. When the apricot tree was just planted, Yan Gui asked Shi Jinyu back, "Is there really no other meaning?" And at this time, Yan Gui stood under the apricot tree, watching the falling apricot fruits fall on him, and he knew that if he had to have a meaning, he would wait for your return to be used as a foil.

"If you don't come in, I'll pounce on you!" Shi Jinyu burst into tears, layer upon layer, wetting the plain white clothes that had not been changed during the illness, how could it be the clothes in the illness, but the funeral clothes for you.

"I haven't seen you for three days, Your Majesty has worn all the funeral clothes, is it an honor or a sorrow?" Yan Guihui held a jade flute in his hand, wore a long sword at his waist, smiled lightly in his eyes, and the folding fan between his sleeves poked out half of the landscapes, flowers and birds, which were still painted by Shi Jinyu himself. was originally the son of Yushu under the wind, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his image was ruined.

In the whole world, only he Yan Guihui dares to speak with Shi Jinyu like this.

If you don't come back, don't say it's a mourning garment, or your black hair has been shaved!"

That year, Shi Jinyu and Yan returned to laugh under the apricot tree, without the image of the monarch and minister, and the ministers of the court and the central government did not participate in the book, who asked Yan to return to lead the troops to Nanxi, smashed the enemy's nest, broke his garrison for 200 miles, retreated his 300,000 troops, and won four of his cities. Such great successes and successive victories, Yan returned in less than one month.

You remember that Yan returned to the expedition that year, and when he said goodbye, he only said one sentence to Shi Jinyu: "Wine-making, how can I celebrate without wine when I return?"

Back to this moment, Qing Xihuan thought about Chang'an City, the imperial capital of the Eastern Kingdom, and the apricot fruits in the harem of the main hall were ripe again, and they should be like the rain that crackled and landed. This year's apricot blossoms are blooming very well, and the fruits must be big and sweet, but those apricot trees have been cut down as an eyesore.

Qing Xihuan picked up the broken sword on the ground, moved slowly, and went to the depths of the flute.

Where is there any swallow returning?

There is no life, there is no death, only a jade flute is inserted in a pool of blood, and it is pierced by the cool breeze after the rain, driving a slight whimper. Whose jade flute? Whose pool of blood?

In the rainy night sky, the moon is like silver, the stars in the whole canopy are gradually brightening, the sound of the wind is as sad as the old, and the withered grass is barren and new.

Luoyang Guanli yesterday the generals also toasted to celebrate the victory in sight, the Shengguo garrison can not last seven days to retreat, Shi Jinyu drank a few more cups of apricot blossom year, drunk and hazy, looking at the rivers and rivers, not all in sight, is already in the bottom of the heart. In a moment's whim, he was greedy for a cup with the soldiers, and no one could notice a pawn when he was drunk, and it was such a pawn who helped the Sheng army buy off the gatekeepers, opened the back city gate, and called the Sheng Guo army to enter half, robbed the grain and grass, and beheaded the general. In the blood splashed all over the sky, the drunkenness receded, and it was already the next morning.

Now I can only look in under the city gate, and I can no longer look down on the city gate.

How lively Luoyang Pass was yesterday, how sad it is today. Picked up the jade flute to wipe off the bloodstained sludge, put it on the chest, and put it on the chest for a moment, the heart hurt, and I thought that the heart was like dead ashes, and whoever wanted to die would also hurt.

The moment he turned to leave, he still looked at Luoyang Pass, and suddenly remembered the crazy Taoist priest three months ago, and unconsciously thought to the flute.

"Hey, Ah Hui, you said, the crazy Taoist priest looked at me at that time, is it now that I am looking at the city gate? ”

Just thinking about when there were two crazy words in the mouth of the old road, a horse neighing sounded, only to see a black-clothed man riding a horse, Qing Xihuan saw that there was nowhere to dodge, lying horizontally and vertically, and the dead were full of dead corpses.

The sound of the horse's hooves decreased, and the sound of the man dismounting was heard, only ten meters away, and the man was getting closer and closer, and the sound of the splash from stepping on the stagnant water rippled in Qing Xihuan's heart.

"Shi Jinyu. ”

With a sound, Qing Xihuan's heart shattered into tens of thousands of pieces.

Shi Jinyu, and some people shouted Shi Jinyu, listening to the name, tears also fell.

When the soldiers called her out of the city, she didn't cry, but when the soldiers lost the city and became a mourning dog, she still didn't cry. When he said goodbye to Ah Hui and went out of the city, he was also smiling, and at this moment, he said Shi Jinyu, just three words, crying surgingly.